Things He'd Never Tell Me

I spent almost the whole lunch chatting with Louis and with his girlfriend Eleanor. She was also a very sweet girl, and I would never picture her involved with a gang.



Harry was by my side, his hand in my thigh, making me uncomfortable whenever he would start rubbing it or caressing it with his thumb. He didn't seem to notice, though. He was too engaged on the issue of our wedding. It seemed like everybody wanted to know when we were getting married.


"When is it going to happen?"



This was Eleanor's first time talking to Harry during the whole lunch. She didn't seem to happy about is. She told me that she found unfair that I was being forced into something like this.



"In two and a half months." - He answered with a wide smile, proud of himself. I wouldn't be proud if I was him. My brother almost choked, but recovered and asked me when we decided the date.


"Harry decided that two weeks ago."
"No, we decided it."
"I'm sorry, but I didn't decide that. You did it yourself. Now if excuse me, I must go to the bathroom."


Stupid man. So now we both decided it, hun?

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